Take me Away#1- Chandler Riggs fanfic

**CHAPTER 1** Introduction

*Lydia's POV*

I wake up struggling for air. My breath intakes are long and heavy. Its happening again.. It never ends, will it ever? The nightmares, they keep coming back. He'll leave me alone one day.. He has to. He killed my mother, but the church covered it up. it was an 'accident'. Yeah, because someone just randomly decides to walk into a knife right? This isn't the freaking vampire diaries. Get over it.

If he did that to my mom what will he do to me? Why does he do this to me? Does it make him feel like a man when he pushes me around? Does it make him feel better when he beats me to the ground?

I dream of someone taking me far away from here.. The pursuit of happiness. Its almost impossible to find! I'v been looking forever.

But.. back to reality. This dream was a little different from the ones of my father Stabbing me and calling me 'Nevera' which was my mothers name when she was alive. But this dream.. was different.

In the dream I woke up on the bathroom floor covered in blood with a silver wooden-handled knife lodged just to the right to my belly button. My vision is hazy and the room is spinning. I see my dad running a hot bath. Since when does my dad do anything for me? Oh right, one bleeds out faster when one is in warm water. I try to stand up so i can get away and escape my tragic fate. My bloody hands grapple on to the merely cracked porcelain sink. Pressing my fingers so hard against the rim of the sink that my fingertips start to turn a nude shade of yellow. I try to claw on to the side of the sink, but my fingernails arn't long enough. Tightening my muscles heps with the pain.I try hoisting myself up but my fingertips slip due to the amount of blood on them. "Just a few more minutes Nevera, then it will all be over" My father says comfortingly. His voice had a little bit of panic in it as well. Why is he calling me Nevera? That's my mothers name! Not mine!

I let out a little moan of pain and slam my right palm back on the rim of the sink. My father who is still on my right running the bath is getting nervous, mumbling to himself about how if the Church finds out they will not let him lead Sunday mass as the priest anymore. He turns around to look at me and i see that he has blood splatters whipped across his face starting from his inner eyebrow edge, over his glasses ending on his lips. Wait.. did he do this to me? Why? Questions were racing through my mind, all are which, unanswered. I stop procrastinating and slam my left palm on the rim of the sink, holding on tightly I manage to pull myself up to my feet.Putting most of my weight on the left and right side of the sink's rim where my hands are carelessly placed. I'm looking down at the sink when I see my long dirty blond hair, which is perfectly straight. Wait a second.. My hair is naturally wavy.. and i never straighten my hair. I then decide to check it out. So im in a life or death situation and I'm worrying about my hair... Real smart Lydia. I slowly lift my head up to the cracked circular mirror above the sink and I see it. My mother? I'm.. in my mothers body... i then look at my hands to see that they are a little wrinkly, considering the fact that my mother is 30... Or was " Alright, Nevera. It's finished, come here. I can take away your pain." His words were soft as he spoke in a light tone. When my father wanted something, he got it. So he has years of persuading practise.

I stare at him with a terrified expression on my face. " Are you trying to kill me?" I weakly choke.

"Nevera, I'm taking away the pain, jut like you wanted. You said you didn't want to hurt anymore" He was smiling. YOU STABBED ME AND YOUR SMILING!? I scream to myself.

" YOU GAVE ME THE PAIN!" I scream with my raspy voice. Oh no, no.. He stares at me with his 'Im going to kill you' expression on his face. I spin myself around and head for the door as fast as i can. I hear his loud thumping footsteps behind me so I throw myself down the stairs because i know it would take way too long to walk down them. 'Smart, Lydia, very thinkative today, arn't we?' i mumble to myself. I roll down the stairs thumping at every step and land on the knife making it pierce through my skin even more. " AH" I scream in pain and frustration. " HELP SOMEBODY HELP ME..." I start out in sobs " GET ME OUT OF HERE " I'm screaming at the top of my lungs. I swear to god my neighbors are deaf if they cant hear me..